you and blake- life long best friends with so much love unheard of and unseen. but what happens when the diaries full of pages about him suddenly can't take anymore, and fate pushes him against you furthermore?
#1 on yumi 🥇
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en route to houston, tx. in a pretty cool honda fit, you sit next to your lifelong bestfriend, yumi.
with nick, tanner and larry following close behind in the u-haul truck, you take a moment to admire the weird pyramid to the right of you, yelling along to i love you so.
temporarily, you make it your life's purpose to not focus on yumis hands on his steering wheel, or the way his voice sounds as it enters your ears. deciding that this time in particular would be perfect to reminisce on how you both came to be.
sixteen years ago, you stood outside your soon to be nursery with your parents while holding a dark purple umbrella. too young to focus on the grey skies or the dark green, prominent trees, you were listening to your dad ramble on about something when the edge of your purple umbrella almost knocks the brown haired boys head through to next week.
literally. an inch closer and you would have whacked his head with the umbrella. "mimu! careful!" said your mother with a giggle. the brown haired boy turned around, smiling. some would say he was a justin bieber before his time, but that's besides the point.
you admire his smile before walking up to him, "i'm sorry about that!" you say smiling. "it's fine!" before the boy has time to speak, the big blue gate opens and you say bye to your parents as they wish you a fun day in this new chapter of your life.
you turn around to see the boy, "do you wanna be bestfriends?" he asks, scratching the back of his head.. "yes!" you say, and he holds his hand out for you to grasp. that day you and yumi walk into school for the first time ever, skipping. it takes a few lessons, but you guys eventually know each others names and birthdays.
now, you and yumi were on your way to live in a house with four other boys- and originally it would have only been yumi, but since you two were almost always joint at the hip, you blended into the group pretty well.
torn out of your daydream, "do you wanna stop for a macchiato before we make it home?" yumi asks, shaggy hair pinned back by sunglasses, following the movement of his head to look at you.
again, it took everything in you to not crumble at the sight of him. "sure! hey maybe we can even get isaac a cookie." you reply to bestie, the thought of coffee further motivating you to make it to your new abode.
however, you miss the way yumi scoffs and shakes his head. the sun shines through the windows as you guys pull into a parking spot, eager to stretch your legs.
you run over to nick, engulfing him in a hug as you guys walk into starbucks, smiling at the camera he holds in his hands.
you guys film yumi as he orders your signature drink, along with the choices of all the boys. "can i get an iced caramel macchiato, two americanos, a caramel frappucino, a regular iced coffee and a cookie please?" yumi says, and when the cashier hands him the receipt, you hold in your laugh.
"you're really starting to piss me off," he turns around to you guys, hands on his hips and his head shaking. you encourage yourself to make a mental note of how pretty yumi looks.
his sun kissed hair, his black and red hoodie that he's had for eighty years. even his shorts, that are a dangerous asset to his legs. your heart warms a little at the sight of the vans on his feet- the same pair you'd got him for his eighteenth birthday.
"hellooooo, earth to (your name)!!!!" you shake your head, now eye level with the same hoodie you'd just been mesmerized by. "your macchiato" yumi smiles, handing it to you while sliding the paper straw out of its home.
"okay guys. is everyone here? are we ready to go?" you ask, making a head count of your favourite people. "for christs sake, yes mom!!" says larry- followed by a "yeah mommy!!" from tanner. nick and yumi share a look of shame, and yumi scratches his head in defense.
the sky gets to the point of being a milky pink and darker blue as you arrive to the house. all you can do is smile, admiring the place you knew you were bound to fall in love with.
you slam the door of the supreme honda, laughing with yumi about how you guys are gonna have matching sponge bob bed sheets. lifting your pink suitcase out of the boot, you stumble tiredly toward the steps of the house.
"hey!!!!! it's mimu!!!!" you hear isaacs voice, and it takes you a minute but you look up and smile. "issyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!" you squeal, hugging him tightly.
before you know it, you're in the center of a really cheesy group hug and everyone's happy. making your way into the house, you meet the beloved fridge and change your profile picture on twitter to a selfie with said fridge.
"so how was the drive, mimu?" isaac asks as he leans against the counter. he's so tall! it's like your eyes have to climb the eiffel tower, "it wasn't too bad.. 'm just really tired now though" you smile, taking a sip (more like a gulp) of your diet coke.
you know how yumi can drink 5 bottles of coke in a day? it's thanks to your training that he can.
you perch yourself on a kitchen stool, too engulfed in a conversation with tanner to sense yumi behind you. you're greeted by a head pat, looking up and smiling at the boy you love.
"aren't you tired mimu?" they both ask, looking at the clock. it was 12 in the morning, and you probably could do with falling asleep right now.
"nahhhh what da hell.. i guess so." you yawn in defeat, making your way to the couch. "goodnight bffs!" you mumble, blowing a kiss and stumbling your way up the stairs.
you hear a chuckle behind you, "y'know mimi i swear you're attached to my ass sometimes" you whisper, finally making your way to the blow up bed in the room to the right of the stairs.
flumping down on it, you smile happily as the cold covers hug you. "funny. i was born first (your name), so i think according to the universe and everyone here, you're be the one attached to my ass." yumi says, laying next to you.
even though he's not in the covers with you, he still manages to radiate warmth. it's like every person you've ever loved manages to have the capacity of a water heater.
"shhhhhhh. shut up blake yumi. shut it" you mumble, his head now resting on his hand. "i'm glad we're doing this together though, mimu." he says, yawning.
you move closer to him, now burying your head in his chest as you reply, "that's what she said!!"
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(authors note :p) hi.. thank you for 20 reads!!! ily :3 the polaroid above is the yumi i constantly make an effort to describe. i'm sorry if the chapter was unclear and stuff.. i'm working on it!!! i just brain fart all the time :( so i wanna say everything and then can't get it out.. and i will! i will get better at dialogue. but thank you so much for reading! i wish you a lovely day or night ahead 𖨆♡𖨆
